I've not been good lately, the shock has just gotten to me, everyday I just think of my parents faces smiling at me having fun, enjoying life.
I've took to self harming because
it's the only thing that feels like it's helping me.
I find it rather satisfying watching the blood trickle down my wrists dripping onto my bed sheets, it sounds gruesome but it helps release my pain.
Even though it scars, which I find them pretty the nature of self harming makes me happy.
I feel weird
With love,
Lou